THIS IS WHAT WOMAN LOOKS LIKE.......COURAGE, PASSION, STRENGTH, & LOVE
GET ON BOARD THE CHANGE TRAIN.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Saturday, October 24, 2015
If we are not in resistance to this insanity, we are part of it.....???
https://exposefacts.org/the-invisible-man-jeffrey-sterling-cia-whistleblower/
http://act.rootsaction.org/p/dia/action3/common/public/?action_KEY=9775
Watch the trailer.."The Invisible Man"
https://vimeo.com/125107718
https://exposefacts.org/the-invisible-man-jeffrey-sterling-cia-whistleblower/
http://act.rootsaction.org/p/dia/action3/common/public/?action_KEY=9775
Watch the trailer.."The Invisible Man"
https://vimeo.com/125107718
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
https://firstlook.org/theintercept/2015/02/18/the-surrender/
The story of how the US state department ruined the life
of Stephen Kim.....
this is a travesty....especially in the "free-est nation on earth" wink wink
The story of how the US state department ruined the life
of Stephen Kim.....
this is a travesty....especially in the "free-est nation on earth" wink wink
Friday, February 20, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
http://www.onebillionrising.org/17168/revolution-stand-eve-ensler/
EVE ENSLER ON FIRE PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS AMAZING SPEECH.......Our attention to this will allow it to Rise....Rise...Rise...we can be part of this collectively...Join...together...
happy V day my friends.....love love love ....rEVOLution!!!!!!!!
Friday, February 6, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Imbolc / Candlemas — Monday
The NEW ONES are stirring. Feel the vibration of Nature in February.
Everything in
potential, teeming underground, sap rising, hibernation ending.
It can be hard to
believe, sometimes, that change will come.
Imbolc is Her promise.
— Carolyn Myers © Mother Tonge Ink 2014 excerpted from We'Moon 2015 p. 51
Monday, January 26, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
The Internet's Own Boy: The Story of Aaron Swartz (CC: ar,cat,cn,en,es,f...
For Always ... you will be remembered Aaron Swartz..
Saturday, January 10, 2015
In celebration of the life of a Wild Woman....Lynn Marie Johnson
My name is Jackie
Welcome to all you knew Lynn....as you know..........
Lynn was the mother of 5 children who she was very proud of, each a unique individual and each deeply loved. She was a sister to 7 and shared many funny stories about growing up in a large family and how that shapes you as a human being. She was a registered nurse, spending over 30 years helping, caring for and impacting the lives of complete strangers.
Welcome to all you knew Lynn....as you know..........
Lynn was the mother of 5 children who she was very proud of, each a unique individual and each deeply loved. She was a sister to 7 and shared many funny stories about growing up in a large family and how that shapes you as a human being. She was a registered nurse, spending over 30 years helping, caring for and impacting the lives of complete strangers.
T/o her 55 years. Lynn wrestled with her own
inner issues, and found alternative ways to
heal and nourish herself.
She became
a certified master gardener t/ the MSU extension program and created the most
beautiful flower gardens in her own backyard. When her hands were in the dirt, she was happy. She
volunteered for several years as a guide in the LaCasa Tour of Gardens in
Brighton , a local fundraiser supporting a shelter for abused women.
Lynn was a
student of Reiki; an avid swimmer and a creative artist .
She was active in AA,
and a founding member of the Wild Woman circle.
She was a
mother, a grandmother, a lover, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a student,
a
teacher, a healer, a healee, a music lover, a dancer, and a wild womyn …
but more importantly, Yes, more importantly......
Lynn was a
woman who lived ………SHE LIVED.
And Her-Story, victories and defeats alike will be kept sacred… and her memory will be
kept alive and real by all who were woven into her life………..
My name is Terri
My name is Terri
I'm going to say a very few words about sitting
with Lynn in circle leading to this story...
"The first ceremony after she crossed over was taking the clothes she died in and burning them. That's what the elders said to do. Those things were part of her transition and were not to remain.
Now it seemed that everything the old ones said to do at that time made some kind of sacred sense; every act seemed deliberate. Even crying had a purpose. "Cry for YOUR loss", they said. "Do not cry for her. She is spirit now. She is one with the Mystery."
One of the sisters took the nightgown out to the fire that the younger male relatives had started. Everyone else had gathered there, in the backyard of their home. They all stood on the earth, some apart and alone, some in groups. It felt to all of them like the world had stopped, in some way. The air did not stir. The birds did not sing. Only the Sun moved, marking the passing of time.
And the people moved about too, slowly and quietly, until they each found their place in the circle around the fire. Some of them wept; some stared sorrowfully at the flames.
One of her brothers held a plate of tobacco and offered some from person to person. They reached out and took a pinch to hold and pray with. Once more the words of the elders softly carried from ear to ear, from heart to heart, reminding the people that the mourning was for the loved ones who are left behind, for the loss that each person in that circle was feeling, and not for the woman who had made the Great Change. She is spirit now...she is spirit.
So they spoke words of gratitude and encouragement and reassurance. "Thank you, dear sister." they said. "Thank you, dear friend. Thank you for the goodness you brought into my life."
And as they squeezed the tobacco in their hands they said, "Be strong in spirit now, sister. You will be missed so much. But everything will be okay..."
Then one by one they placed their prayers with the tobacco into the fire with the burning clothes. While they did this, a man began beating a drum. The he and his wife, who was her dear friend, began singing an old song.
It felt right, the people in the circle thought, to leave this world with song. And the singing felt good to them too.
This singing took the emotions of the people and expressed them through the song. How powerful it all was! And it felt as though the spirit of the woman who had died was there watching everything. It felt as though her spirit could hear the singing and the prayers in the circle, and could see them singing in the fire and merging with her in the oneness of all things. The presence of her spirit made the people feel good. It comforted them. It consoled them...
"The first ceremony after she crossed over was taking the clothes she died in and burning them. That's what the elders said to do. Those things were part of her transition and were not to remain.
Now it seemed that everything the old ones said to do at that time made some kind of sacred sense; every act seemed deliberate. Even crying had a purpose. "Cry for YOUR loss", they said. "Do not cry for her. She is spirit now. She is one with the Mystery."
One of the sisters took the nightgown out to the fire that the younger male relatives had started. Everyone else had gathered there, in the backyard of their home. They all stood on the earth, some apart and alone, some in groups. It felt to all of them like the world had stopped, in some way. The air did not stir. The birds did not sing. Only the Sun moved, marking the passing of time.
And the people moved about too, slowly and quietly, until they each found their place in the circle around the fire. Some of them wept; some stared sorrowfully at the flames.
One of her brothers held a plate of tobacco and offered some from person to person. They reached out and took a pinch to hold and pray with. Once more the words of the elders softly carried from ear to ear, from heart to heart, reminding the people that the mourning was for the loved ones who are left behind, for the loss that each person in that circle was feeling, and not for the woman who had made the Great Change. She is spirit now...she is spirit.
So they spoke words of gratitude and encouragement and reassurance. "Thank you, dear sister." they said. "Thank you, dear friend. Thank you for the goodness you brought into my life."
And as they squeezed the tobacco in their hands they said, "Be strong in spirit now, sister. You will be missed so much. But everything will be okay..."
Then one by one they placed their prayers with the tobacco into the fire with the burning clothes. While they did this, a man began beating a drum. The he and his wife, who was her dear friend, began singing an old song.
It felt right, the people in the circle thought, to leave this world with song. And the singing felt good to them too.
This singing took the emotions of the people and expressed them through the song. How powerful it all was! And it felt as though the spirit of the woman who had died was there watching everything. It felt as though her spirit could hear the singing and the prayers in the circle, and could see them singing in the fire and merging with her in the oneness of all things. The presence of her spirit made the people feel good. It comforted them. It consoled them...
My name is Joann
O Beautiful End
Peace, my heart,
let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into
songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle
like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End,
for a moment,
and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you
and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.
Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener
Hello and welcome. My name is SuzanneWe are The Wild Women. This group, of which Lynn is a founding member, came together 10 years ago.
I have been honored to
belong to this group of awesome women for 10 years. They came together as
friends to form a circle of woman. Women who would learn together, search
for life's meaning together , celebrate and support one another.
It is an amazing group and
Lynn one of its shining stars. I remember when I first started coming to
gatherings, Lynn was someone you were drawn to talk to. She was quiet , with a
big smile which was welcoming .
As someone who is somewhat
craft impaired, Lynn was a wiz. I loved to watch her concentration as she
pulled together something beautiful out of sticks and leaves, literally, while
I just had a pile of sticks and leaves.
Our group will have a hole in its heart where Lynn was.
My name is Jenny, I want to say that Lynn and I did crafts together and it was always really fun to be around her and observe the beautiful things she could create with her hands, regardless of the medium. She was a quiet but deep woman and her beautiful warm smile will be missed in our group.
Our group will have a hole in its heart where Lynn was.
Hello, My name is Rochelle and I’ve had the great pleasure to
be a friend of Lynn's.
We can’t know why, the Lily has so brief of a time to bloom
in the warmth, of a sunlight’s
kiss upon its face,
before it folds its fragrance in,
and bids the world good night
to rest it’s beauty in a gentler place.
But we know that nothing
that is loved is ever lost,
and no one who has ever touched a heart,
can really pass away,
because some beauty lingers on each memory of which they’ve been
a part.
I cannot know where you are going,
but I hold the lamp of my life aloft
to accompany you on your
way.
SAFE PASSAGE DEAR SISTER.....
WE ARE LINING YOUR JOURNEY WITH LOVE....
MAY THIS CIRCLE BE OPENED, BUT NEVER BROKEN.
JOHNSON, LYNN MARIEWE ARE LINING YOUR JOURNEY WITH LOVE....
MAY THIS CIRCLE BE OPENED, BUT NEVER BROKEN.
2015-01-09
JOHNSON, LYNN MARIE Lynn Marie Johnson,
Age 55 of Brighton, MI passed away Wednesday December 31, 2014. Lynn was born
in Detroit, MI on November 5, 1959 to Bradley Vincent and Shirley Anne
(Hahnenberg) Killop. She is survived by her children
Jamie Dye, Chasity Williams, Aaron (Brandy) Dye, and Robert Johnson; her
grandchildren Kayla, Collin, Avery, Cecilia, and Nina; as well as her sisters
Lorraine (Scott) Hale and Denise (Don) Rapp; her brothers Kevin Killop, Bryan (Ella)
Killop, Jerry Killop, John Killop, and many nieces and nephews; and her beloved
yorkie, Sasha. She is preceded in death by her daughter, Kelsey Johnson, her
mother and father, and her beloved dog, Dusty.Visitation will be held at the
Keehn Funeral Home, 706 W. Main Street, Brighton, MI 48116 on Friday, January
9, 2015 from 2:00 - 5:00 P.M. followed by a memorial service at 5:00 P.M.
Memorial contributions are suggested to the family with envelopes available at
the funeral home.
Please visit Lynn's Book of Memories at www.keehnfuneralhome.com
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